cars lined outside
mottled yellow light
cascading rain
disconsolate window
sink into your skin
spin memories in poetry
sleep like a sinner
wake up feeling like a saint
smoke chains on lips
sail across the bright blue
of the new day
remember you
from a distant yesterday
Smoke Chains (300)
mad lucas
8 years
paradise lost
i see you in a dream
i go to touch but hesitate
you’re a ghost
spectre haunts me
i still hear your voice
singing and crooning in my ears
your fingers strum the cords
i recall with my eyes that deep focus
concentrating on the melody
my how i miss you.
i bragged
wasn’t trying to make you feel less
i just wanted you to see i was okay
with or without you near me
i was lying
when you left i was never okay
my thoughts rest on you daily.
i want to tell you…
i did a bad thing recently
i let someone into my palace walls
to stroll the garden path
i lept in memory of you
remembering that loss
that missed adventure
displacement is what that was
feeling like there was more
than there was…
but really…
i am for no one.
my heart beats for a dead man.
how funny is that?
~Zee
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.
Charles Bukowski (via howfreeitis)
Vader and Harley- Ink and Color Marker
My Latest Commission. Not sure I would’ve thought to put these two together. :)
If you care, it’s over here.
Build a fire from nothing and let the flames lick at your ankles and skirts while shadows dance around you, mocking, teasing and seducing. Music wrapping around you in only your mind, matching the crackle of the wicked flames. After you have done this, THEN tell me you have lived.
The Phoenix rises,and with it, a triad of assassins.
